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em_bre_O shroomery'sEmbryoticAsshole Registered: 05/27/02 Posts: 2,312 Loc: In the stages of |
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No contest winning has come...........What's going on? If the addy is needed let me know to give it to u again please.
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MikeOLogical Doctor ofShroomology Registered: 01/30/04 Posts: 4,133 Loc: florida Last seen: 4 years, 11 months |
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That was sent out weeks ago... are you sure nobody else is getting your mail?
-------------------- We got Nothing! we're no longer selling jars.
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gardentoad gardener Registered: 02/26/03 Posts: 164 Loc: CA Last seen: 3 years, 9 months |
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Hi Mike. I never recieved my contest prize either. I read that you were having hurricane troubles and that things were being sent out a little later so I have waited to communicate with you. Shall I send another address. I am certain that no one is messing with my mail. Thanks.
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MikeOLogical Doctor ofShroomology Registered: 01/30/04 Posts: 4,133 Loc: florida Last seen: 4 years, 11 months |
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very strange... PM me with your addresses... the same for anyone else who hasn't gotten a contest prize...
all the prizes from the last contest were sent out over two weeks ago, so everyone who won a contest should have their prizes by now... -------------------- We got Nothing! we're no longer selling jars.
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deff just love everyone Registered: 05/01/04 Posts: 9,425 Loc: clarity Last seen: 1 hour, 11 minutes |
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I never got one from that bilbo baggins contest a while back, but no worry - I've got supplies anyways
When you're as generous with as many contests and prizes as you are, it's no wonder a few have problems.
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em_bre_O shroomery'sEmbryoticAsshole Registered: 05/27/02 Posts: 2,312 Loc: In the stages of |
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I'll send u another addy........no one kknows that info.
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John ssdp.org Registered: 08/08/03 Posts: 7,026 Loc: Vancouver, B.C. |
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maybe someones fuckin with your mail? prolly use a p.o. and all but still the local p.o. might has some scumbag employees, just a thought as it seems quite a few packages are missing and it's unlikely that each of them had it taken from their end. not implying your shady or anything just sayin it wouldn't be the first time a usps employee was jackin mail, if it continues i would inform them about it and they will investigate, they take that shit serious
-------------------- There's a thin line between sanity and insanity... and I just snorted it.
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MikeOLogical Doctor ofShroomology Registered: 01/30/04 Posts: 4,133 Loc: florida Last seen: 4 years, 11 months |
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I really don't think there's a problem... I sent over a hundred free syringes out that month, and out of 5 i sent to Canada four never made it... every one but one that I sent out in the US has arrived safely.
Based on this, I've decided that shipping to Canada is too risky. -------------------- We got Nothing! we're no longer selling jars.
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John ssdp.org Registered: 08/08/03 Posts: 7,026 Loc: Vancouver, B.C. |
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yea i sent a package to canada and it got frisked by canada customs as well, guess they're beefin it up lately
-------------------- There's a thin line between sanity and insanity... and I just snorted it.
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monkeynilla the bump thatgoe Registered: 10/30/04 Posts: 12 Loc: bunghole afghani |
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I send money to people I trust, at least I used to...
why are you getting such a bum rap?
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Demus Stranger Registered: 12/02/04 Posts: 1 Last seen: 19 years, 3 months |
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troll
Edited by motaman (12/02/04 02:14 PM)
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theocean06 Yeah, I've donef Registered: 07/10/04 Posts: 1,458 Last seen: 12 years, 8 months |
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I think this will give Mike an opportunity to explain himself and comment on the allegations that hippie3 is posting over there.
Or wait a second, I just noticed it is from July 1st, maybe Mike already has? -------------------- The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye. - Hendrix
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fearfect Registered: 01/15/04 Posts: 1,845 Loc: |
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I am very worried. Hippe3 has accused the professor of being a police informant, and has claimed that pfjars.com is part of the scam. I have recieved merchandice from MikeO in the past and do NOT need fucking LEOs knocking on my door. I would really like some answers here.
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Anno Experimenter Registered: 06/17/99 Posts: 24,166 Loc: my room Last seen: 19 days, 16 hours |
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>Hippie3 has accused the professor of being a police informant
Hippie has also accused Ythan (the founder of the shroomery) to be a snitch and informant back in 1999. He basically accuses everyone he has a problem with to be a snitch. Hippie is a capable grower, but as far his conspiracy theories go, I don't believe him a word. And you should neither.
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motaman old hand Registered: 12/18/02 Posts: 6,047 Last seen: 7 days, 17 hours |
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Quote: that is a bunch of slanderous crap..I know Mike0Logical personally and that is simply NOT TRUE..
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MikeOLogical Doctor ofShroomology Registered: 01/30/04 Posts: 4,133 Loc: florida Last seen: 4 years, 11 months |
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I'm no narc. I've been a sponsor here almost a year, I've given away hundreds of spore prints and spore syringes... not a single person I've sent anything to has been busted.
Hippie3 is jealous of me and the fact that Professor fanaticus gave me his spore syringe recipe. Hippie3 thinks she's the one who should have been given the recipe, and now she's mad... -------------------- We got Nothing! we're no longer selling jars.
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TODAY Battletoad Registered: 09/25/03 Posts: 10,218 Loc: Metropolis City, |
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Quote: sounds like a movie!! mikeOlogical is trustworthy imo.
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fearfect Registered: 01/15/04 Posts: 1,845 Loc: |
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I always trusted MikeO but anybody mentioning LEO conspiracies freaks me out sometimes. I really enjoyed the freebie you sent me Mike. They are some of the best samples I've ever had the pleasure to work with. Thanks all for calming me down, I really need to unsubscribe to hippie's newsletter
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Hippie3 mycotopiate Registered: 11/06/99 Posts: 3,090 Loc: mycotopia.net |
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Anno Experimenter Registered: 06/17/99 Posts: 24,166 Loc: my room Last seen: 19 days, 16 hours |
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>who they believe more-
>me, the guy who's been here for years, >or gerald, who's been around a few months, >or pf, the guy who got busted and walked. I don't belive YOU anything, for that matter. You have a year long history of accusing everybody you have a beef with as being a "narc",a "snitch" or" informant". All one has to do is go and search the usenet post for words like snitch, narc in combination with hippie3 http://groups.google.com/groups?q=snitch+alt.drugs.mushrooms+hippie3 The list of people you accused of being a snitch is long, including Ythan and Ryche Hawk. And, PF didn't just get busted and walked, in contrary: he is a convicted felon, he served 8 months(if I remember correctly) home arrest, and he lost several of his properties and Bank accounts. So, your "evidence" is on very thin ice. Here is the story about his bust and everything what followed from your site: THE RAID THE DAILY WORLD (Aberdeen Washington Newspaper) - Wednesday, February 19, 2003 ... (cut to last few paragraphs - a witness describes events) ... "It all started (Monday) night," a Lake Quinault-area business owner said this morning. "I seen helicopters, all of these Federal vehicles." "Then they all met up here at the Forest Service (Tuesday) morning at 6." McPherson was a regular at the business owner's shop, the man said. "I knew him for three of four years, and knew he was in the internet business - but not the mushroom thing." (end of article) Time and place - 7:30 a.m. Tuesday February 18 2003 - 630 North Shore Road - Lake Quinault Rain Forest. BANG BANG - I awoke from sleep and jumped up off the couch I was reclining on. I was fully dressed in my usual garb, sweat pants, comfy flannel shirt and socks. Then another BANG BANG. I looked over at the front door of the living room about 12 feet away and it was shaking violently. As I came to consciousness I had several thoughts race through my mind faster than the speed of light, as if I had several consecutive thoughts occur at once. The first thought was that I was dreaming, but that faded fast. Then I thought there was a madman banging at my front door trying to get in, and I immediately thought to grab my tonfa (martial arts weapon) that I kept near me were I would crash, but then I saw black helmets through the small window view at the top of the door and as I glanced out one of the windows in the front, I saw a couple of official looking guys with their arms folded across their chests standing on the road watching. Again - BANG BANG, the door shuddered and as I ran over to the door to open it, I thought to myself, "isn't this rather extreme, I mean, for it all to end this way, this violence is a bit un-called for, don't you think (I thought to myself)." Right before the next BANG, I opened the door just in time to keep it from crashing open with the lock mechanism ripping out of the door frame. What concerns me, was that I never locked the front door. I am sure it was unlocked. They could have just come right on in. I now try to remember to alwasy lock it at night, but I still sometimes forget. My house is four miles up North Shore road, in the Olympic National Park, Lake Quinault Rain forest and prowlers and thieves are rare. And if there are any, it is usually an inside job from dumb fuck local kids. So I open the door and there they were, several dudes dressed in black, with helmets, shields, automatic machine guns, the guy in front dropping the battering ram to the ground, and in big yellow letters on their uniforms - D.E.A. The next thing I heard was, "get on the floor, NOW!" As I complied, the voice screamed at me again, "get DOWN, put your hands behind your back!" I got down as fast as I could in the narrow space between me, the door, and the forward thrusting black uniforms, shields, and big fucking guns. As the well shined black boots and neat uniforms streamed by, someone handcuffed me. I felt his knee on my back, but he put no pressure. Again someone yelled, "police, search warrant, police!" Through the house they went, yelling with crashing sounds and more banging and kicking open frail little bedroom doors punctuated with a loud voice, "clear." I thanked whatever god might exist, because my wife was not upstairs in her bedroom, she was in the Bahamas on a vacation junket with her daughter (an ex employee of PF, who wisely quit a few years earlier). But her daughter just had been here at the house, and a couple of days earlier she and her mom had left for Seatac Airport for a couple of weeks of fun, sun, sand and surf (which ended abruptly when they got the bad news). My step daughter would have been in the second upstairs bedroom, naked (I think she sleeps that way, but I am not sure). I am sure those DEA dudes would have dragged them both out of bed if they hadn't of got up because of the chaos and noise that engulfed the house. But, no such thing happened. Me and the cats were the only people in the house, and to me, it is one of the great "miracles" of my life. I can't be more serious about it. The raid was a real bitch. It was like the end of the world happened. As I lay there on the floor, the realization swept in, and I knew my life had just changed. But I couldn't believe it would be in such a violent way. I expected to eventually get into trouble selling Magic Shroom spores. I was getting really famous and selling almost three thousand syringes per month with all of the usual idiotic nonsense from the usual percentage of morons who order (boxes coming back - undeliverable). But I had no idea it would be a full blown DEA raid with AK 47's et all. I thought I would just be visited by a couple of cop cars and agents with a search warrant and I would make an end. But not this way, it was as if I was an armed terrorist, or I was a wanted rapist murderer, or that I was a suspect in some kind of cop killing or armed bank robbery. So I just remained calm and laid there on the floor, what could I do? After a couple of minutes of mayhem, the house was pronounced "clear" and the DEA swat team all came back down the stairs and proceeded to go down to the garage (daylight basement and outside). After about 10 minutes, a couple of plain clothes detectives, checked out the fat living room armchair (looked behind the cushions to check for weapons) that was near the front door, lifted me up off the floor, and placed me in the chair. Then the main dude came in - the leader of the DEA team. They led me over to the dining room table and seated me down. The special agent DEA dude then sat down across from me, placed a tape recorder on the table, and then read me my rights - you know how it goes - "you have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney, anything you say can be used against you in a court of law --- etc." Then the agent looks at me and says, Robert, this is serious, you are in big time trouble. Yeah, no shit (I thought). Then he surprises me by telling me that if I give them information that they can use, it can be a lot better for me. I suppose they were asking me if I knew of any weed gro-ops, meth labs or stuff going on in the area. The DEA dudes were congregating around the living room looking at me, and I said, "I don't know nothin' about what's going on around here, I hardly know anyone, and if I did, I wouldn't tell you shit, because I'm not a rat (all true statements)." And then I turned and glared at the cops standing around. They blinked. Then the agent in charge, began his probes. He said they were at that moment raiding Judy's house (my sister in law) as well as her childhood family brother?s house (Steve). That scared me. Judy is almost an invalid and suffers from severe asthma and osteoporosis. She is very weak and frail and I kind of freaked out. Then I told the agent that I know the score on these drug raids, and the advice that lawyers and various publications say about what to do in the event of a raid is to - "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DON'T SAY SHIT UNTIL YOU SEE A LAWYER." Well, I figured that they know a lot already, and if I just tell them what they already know and are ready to prove in court, maybe they won't arrest Judy. So I told the agent I was going to talk in order that they don't have to arrest Judy (hopefully). He didn't give me any confirmation that he would not arrest her. So then I talked and told them that I was the MAN that they want, the leader, the PF business owner and that the few shrooms that they found upstairs were the source of my spores and that they were magic mushrooms etc. etc. I was out in the open anyway, with income taxes paid every year, the web site, the whole deal. What was I hiding? Nothing. Then in comes a chick cop and her drug dog. I just told the chick cop that my weed was under the coffee table and her dog was jumping around it anyway. So she pulled out my jars of weed and in one jar was that special once every 6 months weed - you know - primo shit. She obviously knew what she was doing because as she took the jar out of the coffee table shelf, she looked at it, looked at the agent in charge sitting at the dining room table with me, pointed at the jar, nodded her head and rolled her eyes as if to say, "This is the good stuff." And then I complained, "that's my medical weed." And then one of the cops asked, "Do you have a prescription?" I answered, "If I did, you wouldn't give a shit anyway." He smiled knowing that I spoke truth. Meanwhile, my older cat (Piss Head) escaped out of the house through one of the open doors, but my younger cat (Cheat) appeared, and the drug dog barked at him. The Chick cop controlled her dog and then Cheat ran like mad through the DEA guys (who jumped) and out the back opened door. I yelled to them to let him go. I felt really bad because of the ordeal that my two cats were going to go through. But one of the detectives went next door with a house key and gave it to my neighbor (a really hip school teacher chick) and he said that she said she would look out for them, (and she did - even though Cheat disappeared for several days). The special agent in charge asks me another question, "where's the liqueur?" Damn, he knows about that! So I told him - "in the freezer, behind the turkey." He got it out and put it on the counter. (What was amazing, was that when me and my wife finally got home about 10 days later, there the liqueur was, still on the counter - they didn't bother to take it - as if to leave me a gift)! I guess they had everything they could want (photos of my little grow op - and several grams of dried shrooms that they found in a waste basket, and scads of evidence of my operation) so the psilly liqueur wouldn't have made any difference in the case. Plus, the containers weren't tight enough to keep them sealed and the liqueur would have leaked all over. And also, I told the agent I really don't have a clue exactly how good it is or what is actually in it. I was planning to test it on myself, but those plans came to an abrupt end, because when my wife and I got home, I was so bummed out that I was in no mood to try it and go on a trip. And plus, I have no idea if psilly can be detected in a drug test (probably not, but I was tested constantly for drugs and booze). So because of those two reasons, I emptied the liqueur out on the lawn. But the consistency of the whitish crystals in the ethanol was interesting - hard and not sticky, separable and loose with a surprising weight to it. I suppose the agent was pleased that I just fessed it up so that he just left it there. How bizarre! Those guys knew everything, even about the psilly liqueur that I consider to be one of the really great drug discoveries of all time. To digress, the really great thing about the PF TEK, is that it actually makes the acquisition of magic shrooms safer. With the PF TEK, there is no danger of getting poisoned by a dangerous toxic mushroom that can be encountered and misidentified in a wild collection of shrooms. The infamous deadly killer look alike shroom - Galerina Autumnalis has been seen, photographed and documented growing right next to the glorious little Pacific Northwest mulch and lawn shroom - Psilocybe Stunzii. With the PF TEK, that danger is eliminated. There are reports of youngsters and even experienced shroom hunters getting killed by these extremely dangerous organisms. I think it is one of the most amazing mysteries of nature that fungi can be a delectable edible food, a medicine, an obnoxious worthless sickening thing one might try and eat, a destroyer of trees (parasitic fungi), a poison of unparalleled lethality, and an organism that causes the human mind to experience the source of religions. So as far as I am concerned, I did a great deed in eliminating that fearful danger of mushroom poisoning that shroomers hunting for the magic realm of the shrooms can accidentally get. Plus, when the Crystal liqueur (tested, tried and then applauded on the net by adventurous doers of my TEKS) is added to the PF TEK, that is the greatest psychedelic discovery in history - total quality - fit for the gods - number one. Timothy Leary and all the rest of those squeekers need to stand humble before the mighty crystals. But I digress. So then the special agent says that they are going to take me to jail up to Seattle. That made me a bit nauseous. I then saw some big trucks with trailers pull up to the house and they begin to load my pickup truck and my wife's Honda recreational vehicle. I couldn't believe it, what a pain in the ass, they were taking our cars! It wasn't that they were Mercedes, or Jaguars, or Rolls Royce's. They were just low eschalon everyday cars with no big value, but just the same, those ass holes were taking them which means that if I was to get out of jail, we would really be stuck because I and my wife live way out here in the boonies. At least the agent in charge said they were leaving Judy's car. Meanwhile, over at Steve's house, he wasn't there. Steve was on his way to a vacation in San Francisco. The cops checked out his computer and discovered his itinerary and went to the motel were he was staying and arrested him there and got his truck. Those cops are really efficient. When they act, there is nothing they don't know, it's fucking amazing! BRIGHT MOMENT NUMBER ONE Amidst all of the hubbub, as I was sitting there at the dining room table, there were two DEA guys standing in the middle of the living room watching me. DEA dude number one was a little shorter than DEA dude number two. DEA dude number two was sort of glaring at me and he looked like he had been in a fight, because his lip had a scab on it. On the wall, there were photos of my Stonehenge stuff, and DEA dude number one asked me, "what's that all about?" So I told him that to put it simply, it was just a vision representing high authority - the Hierarchy. And then I asked him, "do you see that path way that is lit up with the light coming from the out way?" "And do you see that gateway and those two standing there guarding?" DEA dude number one says, "Yeah." So then I answered, "to put it very simply, ass holes can't pass thru the guardians to the avenue of the light and beyond." Then DEA dude number one turns and says to DEA dude number two, "Well I guess that leaves you out." DEA dude number two turns and glowers at me as if he is just waiting for me to do something so he can kick my ass. I guess DEA dude number one knows something about life! BRIGHT MOMENT NUMBER TWO The DEA squad was gathered in the living room standing around and I could sort of sense that they were wondering - why the big deal (?). There was no big grow op, or weed garden, or Meth lab, or guns or anything other than a couple of shrooms growing in a terrarium. So I said, "Dee Eee fucking AA!" One of them answered me, "in person - the real deal." The DEA dudes were impressed with the view out the back of my house. They had to open all the windows because the air in the house reeked of that super skunk weed I smoked before I crashed on the couch the night before. Then one of them noticed that the house seemed to be leaning towards the lake. The floor can be detected to be slanting and also, the sliding glass door has an obvious closing problem in that it doesn't shut tight at the bottom because of the lean. One of the DEA dudes made a comment that the house is falling into the lake (actually not, the house has been stable for decades), and I just said, "who cares, you are going to take the house anyway." But in the end, I kept the house, glory be! DUMB MOMENT As I sat there waiting for things to get finished up around the house, another DEA dude sat near me and started some kind of bullshit philosophy thing about it all being a "dream." I sort of engaged him, but then I got pissed off and shrugged him off and told him to leave me the fuck alone. "LIFE IS NOT A DREAM" I said strongly. -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------- -------- The DEA special agent in charge turned out to be a pretty good guy, in that he tried to do what he could do to make it easy on me. He started to speed things up because I realized later that he wanted to get me before the judge in the afternoon, so that I wouldn't have to be taken to the Pierce county jail (an absolute hellish hole) because I would have to stay there to catch the Judge the next day. The special agent knew that if I saw the Judge in time, I would go to the Federal Detention Center at Seatac, a much nicer place in comparison and I wouldn't be shocked with that county lockup. They next took the handcuffs off of me and fingerprinted me. The agents then put the handcuffs back on me and then did a total chain up. This was a foreshadow of what was to come. They just don't put handcuffs on you anymore, they chain you up so you can't run or lash out with your hands. They make you very very safe, no matter what kind of bad ass motherfucker you think you are. Then they had to process me further so they took me up to the North Shore Ranger Station (a tourist place and ranger station combined) for more processing. There was a fax machine there. So as I was sitting there in the lovely North Shore Ranger Station, an old cedar wooden building next to a tourist type trail the goes into the Rain Forest (The Maple Glade Trail), they bring in Judy, all chained up. I got depressed. Judy told me that she was not in bed when the fed vehicles came driving up her driveway. She sensed something evil was coming her way but in the end, the woman is a class act. She has some serious intuition. She lets them in and they start their routine raid stuff. She protests at one point and one of the agents pushed her down onto her couch and told her to shut up and not to move. She told me that it hurt her a little bit. And that is because she is extremely frail, but she was all right and they respected her. And when they took her to the Ranger Station, they made sure she had her medications (Oxycontin, Vicodin, Morphine and all of that good stuff that she has by prescription). By the way, all of these years, I have never hit her up for any of that good shit. I got a head on my shoulders with a damned good brain in it. But the special agent then told me, that they were not going to take her to jail and that she was going to be released with a date with the judge. I thanked him and began to feel a lot better. And again, instead of DEA dudes watching me, there was a couple of fully armed (more armed than usual) Olympic National Park Forest Rangers guarding me as the special DEA agent in charge and his detectives were faxing stuff. Then I said to the two rangers, "you know, right out that window," startled, because of my address to them, they looked out the window to the green grassed deer field out in back, I told them, "when the first rains hit at the end of summer around September, there are thousands and thousands of Psilocybe Semilanceata growing." They didn't really know what I was talking about, but I guess they eventually figured out what I told them, and it was true. I have watched that field for years in amazement as the magic lib caps appear like clock work at the very first rains, even if it has been dry. But I only look and don't pick. I hate ass holes who when they find some magic shrooms, pick them all. If you are not going to eat any, leave them be so that they can spread their glorious spores into the wind and proliferate. That's respect for nature. Selling them as a drug is a bad business, because people don't like buying shrooms, they prefer them for free. So they unchain Judy, and she wishes me goodbye and walks free. I almost cried for joy. Then off we go. The special DEA agent in charge puts me in his car, a smallish gold colored thing. As they put me in the front seat, I asked them, "what's with this piece of shit car?" "I thought you feds can have any car you want - like a Mercedes or hot muscle cars that you get from drug dealers." The special agent said, "We like to keep a low profile." So as we were exiting and on our way, I looked at the special agent and was quite amazed at how young he looked. I asked him, "compared to all of those detectives and other agents, aren't you kind of young to be the leader?" Then he looked at me and asked me to guess his age. I looked at him and said, "31". Damn! I nailed him. He was impressed by that. As we journeyed to the Puget Sound area, we are followed by a large dark utility vehicle with tinted windows (fed) and we are driving pretty fast, because the special agent in charge wanted to get me to the courthouse in time to be processed and then sent to the much better place - the Federal Detention Center at Seatac instead of spending overnight in the Pierce County hell hole that is near the Tacoma Federal Courthouse (by the way, the Tacoma Federal Courthouse has to be the most gorgeous courthouse in the USA - an absolutely beautiful facility). As we hit the highway linking Aberdeen to Olympia, that is cop alley. The staters really control speeders and they are constantly giving speeding tickets. I warned the special agent about them, and he told me that he respects what they do, and I agreed. So lo & behold, the communications radio linking the two fed vehicles started talking, "you got one on you, he's going to stop you." And behind us, the blue flashing lights of a stater was coming up fast. We pull over and the fed vehicle following us pulls over to the side of the highway in wait (far back). The state cop walks up to us and because he heard the radio chatter between the two fed vehicles he leans into the window on my side, and says, "well what do we have here?" The special agent then whips out a very impressive looking gold badge. The stater looks back and scopes out the trailing vehicle who had parked in wait, and my chains and then says, "you need to slow down, there are plenty more of us (staters) out here." Off we go, and start speeding again but with more alertness for the staters. I would warn the special agent about certain stretches of the road where the staters would be hiding around curves. I think we wound up at the Seattle Federal Courthouse, but I am not sure. I was taken to a holding cell and then led out into the courtroom. There was the special DEA agent in charge and the assistant US attorney waiting for me. And there was Steve, one of my employees who was arrested at a motel he was staying in getting ready to go to San Fran on a vacation. So we were questioned and the judge asked me what my salary was. Then I just told him I was making somewhere around 30 grand a month. The judge and his assistants were quite amazed at all the hubbub around us and especially with the presence of the assistant US attorney in the courtroom. The public defender shook my shoulder as if to tell me to not talk. I was startled but he seemed to think things were going to work out OK. That Public Defender was a strange man with an odd reputation. But I remember him and I would like to meet him one day but I don't recall his name, but I know I can find out, because it is all in the record. The Judge was a magistrate judge. He must have already known what the score was. It was all set up. So Steve gets a Public Defender and I don't. Then we get carted off to the F.D.C. DIVERSION NUMBER ONE - THE GRAND JURY In my case, when the investigators (the US attorneys office, the DEA, the US postal service and the Olympic national park authorities) decided to go forward, they presented their information to a Tacoma Federal Court Grand Jury. With a Grand Jury, the jury is not presented with any evidence from the defense, because there is no defense. It is all up to the government to prove its' case viable. They had plenty of juicy stuff to present to the members of the jury, including nice photos from the DEA dudes investigative PF style grow experiment he did. I think he used the PF strain - they were fat in the photos. I guess the government showed the jury how "unique" I was. They definitely didn't show them that the spores and lots of different books had been marketed for at least a quarter of a century with no legal problems ever. I guess they were made to believe that PF was unique and the first. It is true, PF invented the best Cubie cultivation technique in history and pioneered spore syringes, but still, there was nothing illegal about spores and a book. So without any information to the contrary, the feds convinced the jury to vote for an indictment. And then a few days later, the fed court magistrate judge signed the search warrants and off the DEA went on their fun little excursion into the deep dark dank forbidding rain forest domain of the evil sorcerer, Professor PF, soon to be handcuffed and carted off to jail. DIVERSION NUMBER TWO - TAP AND WHISPER When the raid went down and I got out of jail and got a lawyer, we then began the brain storming and planning for my defense. One thing I really learned that when one isn't a lawyer, anything one might come up with usually can be shot down by any experienced lawyer in a couple of seconds, no matter how much one may believe in the idea. The first thing I went to was the constitution of the USA. The fourth amendment of the US constitution reads, The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized. It is well known that in a drug raid with a search warrant, that the cops have to "KNOCK AND ANNOUNCE." Then, if there is no answer from within the residence, the cops can bash the door down. This rule is violated all the time by the police, and if the defendant complains in court, my lawyer told me that it is very common for the police to just lie about it. The only way one can fight a raid where there is a failure of the police to "knock and announce," is to get testimony from one of the cops that took part in the raid. But that is near impossible and just doesn't happen. When I was raided by the DEA on february 18 2003, I awoke to the door being bashed. I know that they did not "announce and knock." I even made a video tape of the front approach to my house, the road, the parking spaces, the front walk, the front door, the window in the top of the door, the front window's view inside the house of the living room where I was sleeping on the couch in full view, the side window and its view and on around to the back of the house where the large glass sliding door is and the huge picture windows looking out on the lake and forest. My lawyer didn't even want to see it, because he knew it was futile. It was the DEA raiders word against mine. So let me describe what the video tape shows. The front of my house is right on the road and there is a tall laurel hedge in front of most of the house. But when one comes into the front to the front door, it is very easy to see into the living room. At the front door is a window at the top of the door. Any 6 foot tall person can stand on tip toe and get a clear view of the entire living room including the couch I was sleeping on. In other words, I was sleeping in full unobstructed view. Next, one takes a few steps to the left and there is the front bay windows. Because of the laurel bush, I don't leave the curtains down, I always leave them up for the natural light that I enjoy. At those front windows, the living room is fully revealed including the couch and anyone sleeping on it. Next, at the front door, one goes right about 3 steps and then turns left around the corner. There is another window with another full view of the living room and a total frontal view of the couch and me on it. Then one continues a few steps, walks up a couple of steps onto the back view porch deck and before one gets to the corner of the house that faces the lake and forest, one comes to the double glass sliding door. Again, because of the privacy of the house situation, I never have the curtains closed, because that is where the main natural light comes from. At that sliding glass door, one can see the back of my head (balding) reclining on the couch, and the stairway going up to the second floor of the house. Continuing around the corner of the house to the back one finds a large window with a total view of the lake and forest and likewise a total view into the living room. The point is, is that I was on the couch in complete and easy view of anyone that came to my house that morning of February 18. To get me up, a simple knock at the door would have done the trip. Or, rapping on the glass window with the edge of a coin would have got me up right off the bat, even if I was sleeping heavy. I am not a heavy sleeper and any noticeable noise in the house can usually awaken me. I woke up to no such knocking or rapping at the window, but I woke up to the door being bashed. I am positive they did not knock and announce. My lawyer said that the cops could easily just say I didn't get up when they knocked. But I know that is total bull shit, because I was about 12 feet from the front door, and any knocking on it would have gotten me up. I was talking to a lawyer with the ACLU and told her about that, and she said that the DEA cops could always say that they suspected that I had a weapon under the couch and that I was prepared to whip it out and kill them. She asked me if that was actually possible and I said, "sure, I could have had an Oozy submachine gun or M16 or AK47 under the couch hidden from view, but I didn't." But I got her point. So I wanted to really bring that up as part of my defense to show that the raid was illegal and violated my constitutional rights. All of the lawyers I talked to said to not bother, because it will be a fruitless path to go. But then, I realized something just recently that I didn't really think about then. I have kung fu weaponry around my house. In fact, right above my head where I was sleeping on the couch, on the wall within easy reach, was a metal tonfa. That is a marshall arts weapon that the cops now all use. It is a club with a side handle and it is great for in close self defense, defense against a knife attack and can yield a serious brain crushing blow to any attackers head. So what I know now, is that my lawyer was right without even knowing about that tonfa on the wall. The DEA cops saw it and the leader just said, "BASH the door in, he's armed." And they were right, I was armed. But, they had M16's that outgunned my feeble little defense by miles. So in any case, I had no defense against their failure to "knock and announce." They didn't have to knock and announce, because I had within reach a very deadly defensive marshall arts weapon. And I will bet any amount of money that I am right on target about that. Case closed. Then my next brainstorm was something that I think the ACLU and everybody agreed with, and that was the first amendment of the US constitution and the guarantee of freedom of speech and the right to publish. Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances. It has been said by many observers of my case, that to take spores that are not illegal, and then add a book that is protected by the first amendment right to publish to come out as illegal or a crime, is bad math. In other words, legal spores plus a legal book equals an illegal act. The governments position was that I "conspired" with my customers to produce an illegal substance - psilocin. So what that really means, was that my teaching from my book was the "conspiracy." Even my probation officer says that I was operating in a "gray area." But I was thinking that that is really true, that I was teaching my customers how to break the law, but they are the ones that were doing it and not me (excluding my illegal grow op - but my grow op was not what I was marketing around the world). I was teaching my customers how to produce the illegal drug psilocin, but wasn't that their responsibility? I am the teacher, and they can do whatever they want with the knowledge that I teach them. To blame the teacher for the students crimes to me is not what the first amendment can allow. The "conspiracy" charge was the heart of the governments case against me, but they did drop it almost immediately (for a big charge - the forfeiture). I will always believe that I was in the right and the US government did wrong, but what can I do? I don't have the time or the money to make something out of it, other than writing this and trying to tell the world about how the US government violated my first amendment rights through power and bullying. So it seemed to me, that since I live in the USA, and my business was "gray area", it would be the job of the US government to close the "loophole" that I was jumping through. I have always believed that the USA was a country that gave its citizens the greatest freedom in history, but lately, I think it's going downhill. To me, one of the real hallmarks of "freedom" is the ability to "stretch" the rules a bit. Stretching the rules is something that all artists do. Even the 18th century German composer Mozart's father would complain that Wolfgang's music wasn't "quite right." What daddy Mozart was missing, was that young Wolfgang was creating new rules. That is art. And I would include the art of freedom also. But no, the US government has embarked on the doctrines of "zero tolerance." And instead of giving me the benefit of the doubt, and closing the loophole I was jumping through (spores are not against the federal law), they just slammed me and through the power of their bullying, they knew they could stop me the easy way, without passing any new laws or going through a legislative process. Closing of the "loophole" would be to make the spores federally illegal just as the states of California, Georgia and Ohio have done. I believe that the government knew that their case had a weakness. That is why they offered me the plea agreement to drop count one, the "conspiracy to distribute" (even though it cost me three properties and a couple of bank accounts to do just that - it was expensive - but, the best "justice" money can buy, praise the lord). In my opinion, the government knew I could put up a good fight and possibly win, but they also knew that it would cost me everything in legal fees and years to do it going from one court to another all the way to the United States Supreme court. That is a slow and tedious process, and I don't have the inclination or the time to go through it. I want to live my life. So the government gave me a decent plea agreement, gave me back 3 properties, 2 cars and money, went easy on my wife, dismissed the charges on my other two codefendants, and gave me a drug felony that will follow me the rest of my life. In my case, I could really care less. Being a felon means nothing to me. And, the US attorney in charge of my case, told me that all they really wanted was for me to get a felony which could then be used to prosecute other people that would want to do what I did. The government has their precedent. The vagueness of their law has become tighter because they are bigger and badder than the Professor.
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